Rebirth of Chu Wan

After a round of beating, Wan Chuer loosened Zhuo Yao's hair and Zhuo Yao fell to the ground. She only felt her face hurt and numb.

She lay on the ground and paused for a while, the pain became more obvious, and the fear of being beaten in her heart became fierce and unwilling.

why?

Why should she suffer such unfair treatment!

When she was in middle school, she had better grades than Wan Chuer, and she was recognized as a goddess in the school.

But now she was lying on the ground, lying at the feet of Wan Chu'er, and went to a second-rate university, but Wan Chu'er was aloof.

Why!

Why is Wan Chu'er inferior to her everywhere, and now she is worse than her in every way!

She is the one who should step Wan Chuer under her feet!

Wan Chuer looked at Zhuo Yao coldly at the bottom of her feet, and said, "Zhuo Yao, I didn't change as you wished, do you feel disappointed?" Zhuo Yao suddenly lifted up when he heard this. Head, eyes fiercely at Wan Chuer.

Wan Chuer stepped on her back and said affirmatively: "It's useless for you to pierce your eyes. I will tell you that I will only get better and better in the future, and then I will leave you far behind, forever You stepped on your feet, and you can only slap on the ground looking up at me like this in the future."

Was trampled under the feet of Wan Chuer forever?

When Zhuo Yao thought of this possibility, her heart felt like being fried, and she felt so uncomfortable that she wanted to go crazy.

Yan Hui watched quietly from the side, without a word, his expression still as calm as before.

Zhuo Yao glanced at Yan Hui and yelled, "You see, Wan Chuer beats people like this. She is a shrew, a bastard, without shame. I advise you to leave her early. ."

Yan Hui smiled: "I like her anyway."

Zhuo Yao was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Wan Chu'er staggered and almost carried Zhuo Yao. She didn't know if Yan Hui was deliberately angry with Zhuo Yao, or he was joking. Wan Chu'er retracted her foot and threw a word contemptuously: "Zuo Yao, or that In other words, I will see you once and beat you once."

After speaking, we will leave.

Seeing Wan Chuer's arrogant back and Yan Hui who was closely following, Zhuo Yao was anxious and shouted with all her strength:

"Wan Chu'er, you can't die, just like your father, you were sent out as sacrificial items!"

Wan Chu'er, who was striding forward, was immediately set in place as if he had been tapped, his brain smashed down like a thunder, and everything was gone.

After a while, she felt that her blood was about to stop flowing, and her hands and feet began to numb.

Yan Hui was very worried, stretched out his hand and patted Wan Chu'er on the shoulder.

"Chu'er, are you okay?"

This shot seemed to relieve acupuncture points, and the anchored Wan Chuer turned around shufflely, and threw a sentence: "Don't come here." In the blink of an eye, she ran back to Zhuo Yao.

Zhuo Yao only felt that her scalp hurts, and Wan Chuer severely grabbed her hair again.

"What did you just say? Repeat it for me." Wan Chuer's face was ruthless, as if he was about to eat Zhuo Yao.

Zhuo Yao was startled, "You...what are you doing?"

"Snapped!"

With a loud slap in the face, Wan Chuer slapped her face in cold blood.

"Just say it again!"

Zhuo Yao became frightened, and the current Wan Chuer was like a demon from hell, extremely cruel. She tremblingly said: "I was wrong... I..."

"Pop!" Another slap was slapped to Zhuo Yao's cheek, the red fingerprints were very obvious.

"Say what you just said again!" Wan Chuer almost roared.

Zhuo Yao covered her face in fear, and hurriedly said: "You...you can't die, just like your father...being sent as a sacrificial item..." After saying that, she begged for mercy: "I was wrong, I was talking nonsense. Yes, don't hit me."

But this time, Wan Chu'er didn't beat her again. Zhuo Yao waited for a while, but before Wan Chu'er's reaction, she carefully removed her hand and looked at Wan Chu'er secretly.

But seeing Wan Chu'er stunned there, his eyes straightened.

Zhuo Yao wanted to leave her, but it was a pity that her hair was still caught by Wan Chuer.

She seemed to have felt Zhuo Yao's movement, and Wan Chuer came back to her senses again. She asked coldly, "My father was sent to be a sacrifice item. What does it mean? How did you know?"

She clenched one of her fists and placed it in front of Zhuo Yao, as if Zhuo Yao made a mistake, or if she didn't say it, she would fight.

Zhuo Yao tremblingly said: "I... don't know, I heard my father once said that he was drunk, he said...your father was used as a sacrificial item, blood was drained, and then died...I entangled My dad asked, my dad said that he also listened to others, other...I don’t know anything, that’s all I know, you just let me go."

Wan Chu'er's heart was dull and painful, she stared at Zhuo Yao fiercely, "Do you have anything to hide from me?"

"No, no, really no more, woo..." Zhuo Yao regretted, why did she provoke Wan Chu'er this crazy woman, crying in fear and sadness.

Wan Chuer asked again: "Where is your father now?"

Zhuo Yao sobbed: "My father had a...car accident...died last year."

"...Don't show up in front of me again." Wan Chuer let go of Zhuo Yao's hair, and walked forward with no expression on his whole body.

When passing by Yan Hui, she didn't say anything. Yan Hui frowned and looked at Zhuo Yao, who was crying over there, and then at Wan Chu'er, who lost her vitality instantly like a bereaved concubine.

He followed Wan Chuer silently, without speaking, just walking with her.

Wan Chu'er was confused, only a word in his brain kept echoing.

"Your father was used as a sacrificial item, and the blood was drained..."

is this real?

She hoped this was not true, but her only saneness told her that it was probably true.

Otherwise, why did they never tell her and Bai Zhi Xi Wanshiguo the details of their sacrifice, or why the army would send Jiang Kechu to take care of their mother and daughter.

The troops are in a bad light, or they feel uneasy in their conscience.

Yan Hui tried to talk to Wan Chu'er, but Wan Chu'er couldn't hear him at all, and didn't respond to him at all. He was completely immersed in his grief.

Without knowing it, Wan Chuer walked up to Phoenix Mountain. She sat quietly behind a large rock, her hands around her knees, her eyes sluggish.

Yan Hui sat not far away, completely lost the mood to see the scenery, he looked at Wan Chuer for a moment, for fear of her accident.

At this time, Wan Chuer was like a wounded little beast, hiding alone in the corner licking his wounds, lonely and lonely.

It seems so thin and pitiful, it makes people feel infinite sympathy.

He heard the words Zhuo Yao shouted. He didn't know if Zhuo Yao and Wan Chuer had said anything else.

Yan Hui wondered if he wanted to help Wan Chu'er to investigate this matter, he really couldn't bear to see Wan Chu'er so self-abuse.

Pride should be what Wan Chuer looks like.